The Origamists Too
My eyes augment the pleasure of our colliding skin
Sliding through you
Plotting your own death on that denim couch
That I found hideous to help the public realize
That you're some kind genius
I've got to hand it to you
Those paintings aren't that great
Hey
I'm no Buddy Rich and you ain't Monet
I like your body
I think it's sexy
I want to make origami
All you want to do is make stains on a canvas with paint
Let's compromise and play shadow charades